#grounding
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
The wind caught my spirit, a wild, invisible wing—
I soar to the blue sky, to freedom I cling;
Above the white clouds, where the silent stars sing.
The sun joins the chorus with warmest of rhyming,
A golden vibration, where my new soul is climbing;
The green landscape below is my eyes' greatest longing.
A tapestry of life, where my tired heart is belonging—
A grand place I call home, my peaceful grounding.
A temple of silence, where the silence is sounding.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
Looking out my back window,
So much beauty to see,
From the green fairway, to new buds on the trees.
Watching large tree branches being moved around,
By a powerful wind, our eyes will never see,
Even though we hear a loud swirling sound.
Down in the valley, water is flowing south inside the banks,
Of Maxwell’s Creek , then crossing under Schauberts bridge,
A low point on the journey, as I look ahead to the top of the peak.
A place of peace, no power lines, or people less energy, in the way,
I feel grounded to the earth, directions from my third eye I can see.
Away from constant negative energy, created and released every day.
Much confusion always around, trying to control what we believe.
Satisfaction is inside of your self,
Time alone, patience, talents, your pineal gland is a piece of the key.
When your spiritual and physical side are not in line, your thoughts can be,
Like a carnival ride, everything moving and flashing confusing your mind.
You must believe, take time alone, practice, patience, discover your talents,
To release the confusing energy, you collected over time.
The Original Tom Maxwell © 03/30 2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 6:02 AM UTC
Some days, I have to search for them —
the quiet things that keep me here.
The way sunsets melt into bruised gold,
how dawn stretches across the sky each morning.
Dandelions breaking through concrete,
wild and stubborn enough to live.
Rain against the window,
tracing gentle paths.
Candlelight trembling in dark rooms,
the moon watching without judgement,
streetlights painting halos
on the roads I walk alone.
Someone remembering my favorite song.
Someone saving the last piece.
Fingers brushing
when passing something small —
a spark too brief to name.
Laughter bursting from nothing,
the silence after,
soft, whole, safe.
A head resting on my shoulder,
a sweater that still smells like them,
a smile, small and downward,
but means I’m happy you’re here.
Handwritten notes tucked into books,
pages creased from being loved,
graffiti hearts everywhere I look—
proof someone was here
and wanted to be known.
I collect them all —
the small, gentle things,
the fleeting, quiet things
that whisper don’t go.
And even when I can’t see the light,
I hold them close,
hoping one day
they’ll be enough.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
I lay flat
upon soil
beads linger
hanging,
upon a graveyard of blades
reflecting home
i had once
known
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
I spend a lot of time in my head,
Sometimes, I can't help it.
My heart feels pumped with lead,
Grey bleeding into the red.
I'm the most wounded soul I've ever met,
Canyons carved where my tears are shed.
Then, in a moment of heartbreak,
I focus on the little things.
My brother's first present under our tree,
Only earned by playing a game, waiting patiently.
The way my mother's words sometimes slip,
I chuckle, I laugh, and whisper a quip.
The way my dad breaks into laughter,
That kind of joy I'm desperately after.
The way my dog crawls on the ground,
He's on a mission, searching for bones around.
The way my cat loafs on my bed,
She looks like a blob with a distinguishable head.
All these little things keep me going strong,
On the days when everything feels wrong.
I try to step out of my head,
Leave my throne, get off my bed,
Fight off the horde of discontentment,
I don't want to be like her... I can't.
I implore you, if like me, you have anxiety,
Please, don't worry about things you cannot see,
Instead, focus on the little things.
Let tomorrow take its time,
Focus on now, not on tonight.
For it's the little things that you'll miss most,
When you're surrounded by melancholy ghosts.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
I stand in the fall
Droplets plinking from the ends
Of my hair, softly
It trickles down my cheeks
Bare
Drenched clothing, no care
Nature's very own white noise
It holds my mind still,
The fall allows me to breathe
I breathe -
Petrichor,
Emanating through the air
My fingers grow numb,
The wet continues to pelt
My skin, harder still,
That gentle thrum of the fall
I do not resist,
Water weaves me into ground—
I become the falling sound
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
It’s strange.
Lilies still in the wind.
An extraordinary wind at that.
Wind with a purpose so impertinent
It became love.
If you didn’t know any better,
You might name it something sweeter:
Abhorrence.
Your eyes sharp
And soft with desperation
Look at me for answers.
I’ve never seen anything quite like it
I marvel and speculate alongside you
We fall into a steady and cyclical dissonance
Are the lilies still anymore?
Yes, the sky is still blue. The grass,
Green.
It’s rather lovely.
I feel a tug. A pull.
With ease I lean into its plea
Spilling into silence,
I am gone.
You are here alone.
Delicately gilded, you are safe.
The lilies still in the wind.
Utterly strange.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
Grounding is like putting your self on a charger
Grounding is connecting back to nature
Grounding going back on line with the spirit world
You see
We are not all different from
Our electronics
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 7:48 PM UTC
Keep your feet
Grounded, girl—
Stay present.
Rock in the
River, right?
Things may change.
That's okay.
The future's
Never late.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC
In the hum drum and the toil
In the itch of daily life
As we each till our own soil
Carefully avoiding each others' strife
We go to and fro enjoying
The comfort of monotony
And take pride in our employing
The right of autonomy
We take little heed of shadows
And the artwork they display
Or the fluffiness of clouds
As they drift along their way
We forget to thank our knees
As we bend to take a seat
Or admire the flowing streams
In the hardwood beneath our feet
It takes substantial effort
To see the inches in the miles
But there's something striking in them
That I think you'll find worthwhile
Take notice of the details
Don't be blind to little things
When life feels all too big
Just practice noticing
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 12:48 PM UTC
pre-extraction nerves
found a seat to ground myself
anxiety spiked
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC
I’m navigating a field of dark something-ness
Sitting quiet in morning air
In these cavities where my soul perceives life, I seek a heightened energy
Laying hidden behind wrinkled skin
tucked tightly into two beds of compact tissue
in this moment they rest purposefully as if sitting behind window curtains
They serve a common purpose when prompted,
To identify objects in this limiting dimensional plane.
Some days when I come here, I wander aimlessly across battle-torn countries of thought
It is essential to let the river take them
Watching them pass as an observer instead of the instigator
Feeling the depth of their sting grow distant
Sinking deeply into the dimension where we live beyond bodies
Where I am a bee pollinating the flower
I am the bird calling out in a resounding plea
I am the wind pushing through bamboo forests
Until breath inhaling and collapsing my cadaver becomes less of a grounding cord
And the mat placed beneath with intention is no longer a chain to the ground
There is now no face to inhabit,
The world; a faint memory of molding
Here the wind isn’t quite invisible
Temperature is not affected by her power
Bearing colors, intentions and tranquility
I let her carry me up and away
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC
The cool plush ****
of succulent grass
whispering against
bare ankles.
The verdant smell
of rain pelting
the crusty earth,
loamy fresh.
The piercing tingle
of noon sunshine
on the bald orb
of the shoulder.
The comforting touch
the warm embrace
that soothes
the aching heart.
The energizing aroma
of coffee burbling
brews hope
and inspiration.
My filter, clear and bright
illuminates the night
in waves of bliss
Anchored by the senses
I remember
what brings me
happiness
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
My body mine
written August 13th, 2021
I stand in the shower feeling
my hands on my body
the water on my hands
me in my body mine
my mind flies away
as it is so practiced in doing
1 time, 2 times, 26 times
I gently return
my mind back to my body
my body back to my hands
my hands back to the water
my presence back into my body
27 times and 28 times
until one day
however many times it takes
124 times or 1,238 times
I can stay here
with this body
that is
my body mine.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
Echos through the city
Filling it with a roar
Crashing through walls
Rumbling through windows
Cutting through the air
It calms me
Soothes me
Grounds me
It’s awesome power
That’s paradoxically silent
Stands still and tall
It’s subtle vibration
That’s gently rough
Flows far and wide
It’s dark melody
That’s unforgettably ominous
Sings through the atmosphere
It’s charged.
Quick.
Merely a bubble of excited particles
Bouncing off one another in glee
Yet…
It’s slow…
Climactic…
…It’s beautiful.
From such chaos comes so much beauty, so much feeling, so much sound
From such chaos, comes so much life
Here I rest
And here I’m calm
Here, I am safe
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:49 PM UTC
Her heart is endless, infinite.
Her love is deep like the ocean.
Her love is like a magical potion
Rituals in transition
Illuminating lights in motion
The sparkle in her eyes captivating
The joys she creates to enjoy the world are fascinating.
Her laugh? Contagious
Her smile? Breathtaking
the melody of her voice surrounding my entire being
I found my light, so long after being imprisoned by my shadow for so long.
I want nothing more, than to be tangled in her embrace.
Entwined to her eternal grace
Held captive in her soul
drowning in her ambiance
Your love is life!
I will cherish and protect it with my very own.
For now and forever more!
Elizabeth Outlaw & Descovia
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 12:38 AM UTC
Koan me
July 24th, 2021
Who is writing this?
I am.
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Who wrote that?
I did.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
I didn’t plan it
Still a thought emerged
The seas opened
And the skies roared
The ship rocked
And an island emerged
An invite was extended
Making acceptance more tempting
Wonder if you would be mad
Confused, angry or sad
Impulsive it may be
But chronic it always was
Sometimes it’s probably easier to give in
A painless route, an undemanding path
Just need to turn the steering wheel fast
Yet, I want a link to you
You are my invisible life vest
My anchor when the sea is violent
However, I fear that one day I’ll break free
I dread one day I’ll leave you behind and
I guess that’s what’s makes it interesting.
I'm anxious of my will to escape
My temptation to run far far away
I guess I'll just hold on tight for now
And pray for a silver lining to make its way somehow
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 5:59 PM UTC
She who lives in accordance to nature unfolding is an entity who governs with equity,
Embracing the beauties of organic origins she preserves life's virtue,
Holistically embodying the spirit of now she carries an impartial tranquility,
Restoring balance towards fickle fabrications many are led to believe.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
So here I go again
If you walk
A mile in my shoes
You may feel it as an adventure
If you walk next 10 miles
You may feel something new
And if you walk for a whole week
About 30 miles or more
You will know
The enjoyable way to take steps
And If you walk for a whole month
You will know the core of life
All that one needs
I walk most often
To get myself recharged
Just what I need
Right at that moment
That's me
That's my shoes
And still
An extra mile ahead
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:25 AM UTC
Above the shoulders.
Under the tip,
Ferrero Roche of
The tongue
Saving a pendulum
Swinging thing
Appraised like the ocean in gentle breeze
Under a dip,
Taking care of an anchor
Delving toward the Earth and sky.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Words are distracting,
so close your mouth and open –
your eyes and your hands.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC